After the Lord of the Abyss Awakens - Chapter 26.2

The feeling of powerlessness drove him mad. Andre had only obtained the God of Darkness’s divine core and become arrogant for one night, not expecting to hit a wall the next day, encountering such a bizarre existence.

“Who exactly are you? What do you want?” he shouted loudly. “Is your goal the God of Darkness’s divine core? I can give it to you, I’ll give you everything!”

This was, of course, a lie. How could he possibly give it? But he wanted to lure the opponent out, to create an opportunity for counterattack.

But even though he offered the most valuable thing at hand, the other party remained unmoved, still laughing lowly as before.

It was as if he were a beast trapped in a cage, for the other’s amusement and manipulation.

Morax didn’t listen to what Andre was saying at all. He was actually a bit irritated. Having finally found Father, he had to stay with his annoying siblings because Father was there. Now… heh, he had finally found something to vent his anger on.

He lowered his gaze, retracted his claws, and continuously contracted the four-dimensional space. The space for the person trapped inside became smaller and smaller.

Andre struggled. Andre despaired. He used every means at his disposal, racked his brains, starting out dignified but eventually descending into madness.

Morax had seen this type of person before.

Human powerhouses weren’t necessarily wise. Wisdom was a treasure that rarely descended upon humans.

High level and high rank didn’t mean high knowledge or high virtue.

Don’t overestimate, don’t underestimate, everything needs to be viewed specifically.

That’s what Father said.

Morax lowered his gaze, allowing the four-dimensional space to shrink infinitely, compressing the adult body until all bones were broken, making a fine crackling sound.

In the end, Andre still didn’t understand, asking why, why.

Morax looked down at him. Why? Why so many whys? Anyone who made Father unhappy had to die.

Secondly—

Morax’s pupils contracted, “You’ve also annoyed me.”

Andre struggled in death throes with eyes full of terror.

Crack!

Morax closed his mouth, chewing slightly, as if nothing had happened.

It turned out that Andre had been struggling in his mouth from the beginning. He only needed to take one bite, and everything would end, just like now.

Humans at level 94 weren’t impressive enough in his view. After level 95, each level was worlds apart. A difference of one level would result in being crushed. If Andre had truly known how to use the God of Darkness’s divine core, he might have had some fighting chance. But Andre didn’t have time to study it, still thinking the God of Darkness’s power was more convenient for assassinations.

If the perverted God of Light from back then had heard this, who knows how hard he would have laughed.

The Dark Divine Kingdom was ranked one position higher than the Divine Kingdom of Light. The God of Light knew best how terrifying the authority of [Darkness] was.

Unfortunately, Andre never had a chance.

Morax finished eating and burped, then spat out a black bubble, which was the God of Darkness’s divine core.

He hadn’t seen it before, so he stared at it for a while, thoughts unknown. Then he tossed the black bubble aside and opened his mouth again, spitting out a transparent bubble.

This bubble contained Andre’s memories, including much intelligence, such as information about how he repeatedly sowed discord and provoked internal human wars leading to the destruction of nations.

Morax couldn’t think through these things, so he kept them for now, waiting for Aelioge or Beelzebub to return and analyze them.

However, what exactly was this “Freedom Alliance”? Wasn’t this guy openly part of the Continental Human Alliance? Was the Continental Human Alliance harboring evil, or had it fundamentally changed?

“There’s no use thinking about it. Better wait for them to return.”

This whole process had taken only three minutes.

Xiu Si hadn’t noticed the passionate conversation between the gray cat and the black bird at all. He was still thinking about the person who had just passed by.

Torturing birds was truly perverse behavior, too much. But the empire had no corresponding punishment, and he couldn’t do anything to the man. If the bird had an owner, he could have found some charge like destruction of private property, but for a wild bird, there really was nothing he could do.

Now he needed to find a way to heal the bird.

Xiu Si lowered his head to check on the black bird’s condition.

Although weak, the black bird’s vitality was strong. Its eyes were shining like black pearls, and it didn’t seem like it would die anytime soon.

However, looking closely, its appearance was strangely similar to his youngest cub.

Xiu Si was startled, realizing it really was true. He felt that if this bird became human, it might look very similar to his youngest cub.

It was quite difficult for magical beasts to become human. Normally, magical beasts could only become human after reaching level 50, and even then, they had to endure hardships and pass a transformation judgment. Speaking of which, he was quite looking forward to his cub becoming human, feeling it would look very good. But thinking about how his cub had only gained a few levels in thousands of years, it would take at least ten thousand years to reach level 50. He couldn’t wait that long.

As a modeler, one of Xiu Si’s main interests on Earth was looking at various fashion magazines, learning to imitate, gathering inspiration, and creating his own fusions. He was quite obsessed with making models beautiful. Everyone has a love for beauty, right? So in his work, whether modeling beast forms or human forms, he always leaned towards making them beautiful. Even for ghosts and monsters, they had to have their own kind of beauty.

It was a pity that he wasn’t one of those designers with extraordinary talent, top-tier aesthetics, excellent creativity, and guidance from masters. He belonged to the diligent type, learning step by step, gradually reaching his envisioned position. He strived to make every effort possible for an ordinary person, though he wasn’t sure if he had ultimately reached the level he aimed for.

Xiu Si suddenly felt a bit sentimental, but quickly realized he had been distracted. He needed to find someone to save the bird quickly.

Historical records showed that the hero Justin had married someone from another world, with a lineage continuing to this day. If he could find Justin’s heir, he might be able to save the bird. But the difficulty lay in why that family would help a stranger for no reason. Even if you revealed your identity and said you were a friend of their ancestor from thousands of years ago wanting to help with an illness, would they believe you?

Xiu Si wasn’t confident about this either, but could only try his best.

He was in the eastern corridor of the Magician’s Association. Walking straight would lead him out of the association, but after just a few steps, he heard cheers from the adjacent hall, followed by enthusiastic applause and successive praises.

“Congratulations to the Duke for inventing a new magic again.”

“Everyone knows how difficult wind magic research is! The Duke has invented a completely new field of wind magic at such a young age. His future magical attainments are immeasurable!”

It seemed a group of magicians was praising a duke’s magical abilities.

They were praising him to the skies, though the actual level was unknown.

Xiu Si happened to pass by the doorway and glanced inside.

In the midst of the crowd, there was a man in luxurious clothes smiling, appearing only in his early thirties but well-maintained. He had slicked-back hair, a radiant face, and bright eyes. His elaborate attire and handsome face made him instantly memorable.

At first glance, he seemed like a successful nobleman with a broad mind and accomplished career.

But Xiu Si wasn’t interested, so he only glanced at him briefly.

The nobleman, however, noticed him and suddenly called out, “Sir, please wait a moment!”

Xiu Si paused and turned his head curiously to see the man walking straight towards him with a smile.

“Sir, you’re a student of Great Mentor Matros, aren’t you?”

Xiu Si nodded instinctively. It wasn’t surprising to be recognized, as many people had seen him during the test, but they usually didn’t bother him, seemingly at Great Mentor Matros’ request.

The nobly dressed man walked through the crowd directly to Xiu Si and said with a smile, “I am Duke Feman Behart of the Empire. It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m hosting a dinner party at my residence tonight. May I invite you to attend?”

Xiu Si: “I appreciate the kind offer, thank you very much, but I have matters to attend to today. I apologize for not being able to attend, and I’m in a hurry now.”

Feman looked very disappointed. “You’re Great Mentor Matros’ student. I think many people in the Empire would like to meet you.”

Xiu Si thanked him but ignored him completely, turning to leave and heading straight for the main entrance.

Feman stared at Xiu Si’s back, his face darkening, his expression turning somewhat fierce. He seemed to want to do something and was trying to contact someone, but the other party wasn’t responding.

“Andre, Andre, what’s your situation now?”

“There’s a task, did you hear me?!”

They were communicating via crystal, but despite the crystal having no issues, there was still no response.

Feman waited for three minutes, gradually realizing something was amiss. Could something have happened to Andre?

At this time, Xiu Si walked to the doorway and was looking at a map, searching for the location of Justin’s descendant.

A few minutes later, the gray cat suddenly suggested not to go.

“Why?”

Xiu Si put down the map, somewhat surprised by the gray cat’s statement.

Just moments ago, Inpos had received a mental message from Morax, saying that the God of Darkness’s divine core was now in hand, and other matters would be relatively easier to handle.

Inpos also explained the situation to Xiu Si, essentially saying that he remembered Justin’s family line had lost the hero Justin’s healing magic over a thousand years ago, and now it was impossible to find a healer.

“Is that so.”

Xiu Si felt a hint of strangeness. Not only had the hero disappeared, but even the magic legacy had vanished. Wasn’t this too odd?

Although Ye Qingyi had passed down many spells, some had been lost, such as… lightning magic.

Lightning was once the most feared natural phenomenon by humans, a power that only gods could control. Lightning magic was also once considered the strongest magical system.

Speaking of which, one of the three core settings he had written for his first creation, Baal, included the power of [Lightning].

But Baal rarely used lightning, preferring to use his body instead. His fighting style was mainly physical combat, always clashing with powerful magical beasts, then standing on top of the defeated beasts to proclaim victory.

He had asked Baal why he didn’t like using his powers. Was it because he was afraid of losing control and hurting himself?

Baal was still young at the time, but he seemed to have his own thoughts. He didn’t answer specifically, only saying that he didn’t want to rely on his powers.

He was convinced at the time, but later thought it wasn’t quite right. Powers were one’s own strength, no different from fists and feet. Could you say using your fists was relying on your fists? He had wanted to ask further, but the next day he was gone, losing the chance to question Baal.

Xiu Si felt a bit nostalgic, but unfortunately, Baal was now in subspace and couldn’t be found.

Wait, now wasn’t the time for reminiscing, the bird’s life was more important!

Xiu Si immediately looked at the bird in the basket, then felt somewhat delighted.

The black bird seemed much better, the curse lifted, its self-healing ability had improved, and it looked to be in good condition.

Of course, Xiu Si didn’t know that this was because its divine core had returned.

Inpos frowned, thinking that while the return of the God of Darkness’s divine core sounded like good news, the question was whether this divine body could withstand it.

“Is it alright for now?”

Xiu Si picked up the basket, carefully examining the black bird’s condition.

The black bird was struggling to recover when it was suddenly caught off guard by a heartfelt gesture, causing its wings to flutter slightly.

How could a human be so gentle! The black bird’s heart raced for the first time, not knowing where to look. It suddenly understood the reason why “those children” deeply loved their father.

Of course, it was because their father deeply loved them. Being loved, so they loved in return, using what they had learned on the other. How normal was that?

It even felt somewhat… envious of them. Perhaps it was due to being in this bird form.

The God of Darkness’s feelings became complex.

It was only in its teens, and while it understood many things, it hadn’t experienced them.

“Then I’ll take you back first.”

Xiu Si smiled and walked out of the Magicians’ Association. As soon as he left, several people appeared.

They were sent by Duke Feman. Even if they couldn’t contact Andre, they couldn’t do nothing.

Moreover, Feman was interested in Xiu Si, wanting to know about the magician whom Great Mentor Matros had praised as the greatest genius of all time.

Logically, magic geniuses should show their extraordinary talent early on, excelling in their generation. How could there be a late bloomer? There were some mysteries surrounding this person.

On the other hand,

Eilinson sent a message to Hero Luo Jie, asking him to check on the situation at Duke Feman’s mansion.

Luo Jie gladly accepted, as he had been worried about having nothing to do.

Eilinson was very grateful and gave Luo Jie the intelligence from the frontline monitoring.

At first, Luo Jie didn’t think much of it. Duke Feman was just an ordinary inflated nobleman, nothing unusual.

Until he saw that Feman was particularly focused on a certain magician. Luo Jie’s expression changed, his pupils shaking.

A student of Great Mentor Matros?

Who was…he?!